Isabel looked up at Charlie. He was taking it really hard... Isabel just wished he could have worked through his emotions before it got this far.

Isabel nodded and stood, walking with Charlie through Frosty Gorge once more. He was just a kid. He shouldn't have to go through something like this...

"Look Charlie," Isabel said quietly, keeping her gaze fixed forward. "I'm screwed up. I have killed, I have tortured, and I will stop at nothing to reach my goal. I have blood on my hands, Charlie. I'm much older than I look because of what I've been through and seen. I'm not someone you want to get attached to, because I might not be around for long."